Phone rings, I pick up think its you.
Bell sounds, open the door think its you.
Wait a mail when a reply 'll come from you.
Day goes Night comes, Never its you.
Bell sounds, Mail recieves, Never its you.
Make my love Alive, Still I love you.

by Debasis Satapathy

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